But here's my favorite thing about her:
She was at the New Year's Eve dance, and I noticed that she'd left her bedroom light on. Again. No, that's not my favorite part of Lyndsay.
Then, I noticed that her room was a mess and her bed wasn't made. Again. Nope that's not my favorite part of Lyndsay.
What stopped me in my tracks was how I saw her, right there on her bed. Take a look:
All her girlie-girl stuff spread all over (THE HOUSE), as always. She's such a girlie-girl, which I love. But nope, not my favorite.
Look more closely.
Brains and beauty. That's my girl.